I Speak Not Of (an original poem)

I speak not of the two who broke

My mind and heart

On those words I choke

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I cannot bring myself to say

My little girls

Weren't here to stay

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Reminders greet me every day

The two who live

Wake up and say

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Good morning Dad, how did you sleep

I dare not speak

Of how I weep

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Time has passed but til my death

I will remember

Your last breath

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I limp along a broken man

My dream shattered

As well as my plan

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I think not on this every day

I have a lot

Of positive things to say

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But it sometimes hits me like a train

I stumble through

Despite the pain

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I usually don't post when I feel this way

The reason you don't see me

Every day

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I try and try to make me better

But then I slip

My face gets wetter

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My economics suffer too

Mostly I barely

Make it through

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Writing this has been cathartic

Easing slightly

My terrible heartache

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